On my pedestal I can feel the tables turn,
Swaying my hips against the wind,
Practicing the moves that my curves have learned.
Like the Hermit, introspection I urn,
As the passionate fire burns,
Judgement is called, Beloved has granted me my turn,
Time to take action, practicing being disciplined & less stern.
The higher I ascend,
The more power I feel brewing within,
Cleansed from all of my past karma & sin,
Heartache & tears have led to this heartfelt grin.
So can I claim my win?
Mermaid, admire my fin,
Easing my fear with a shot of gin.
So watch how quickly the illusions fade,
Thinking of all of the cards I’ve played,
Seeing the beauty in all of the delays,
Everything was destined to happen this way!